Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
As his words register, and I truly think about it, I slump. “I hate you sometimes.”
Ever since leaving Eleven, the pressure to do well has been tenfold. The more that pressure weighs down on me, the higher the payoff when I get in front of an audience, but at what cost?
The stress of it all turns me into a cold asshole.
There’s no denying I’ve been a shithead the past two days. Having to perform with Jay added to it, but I should be able to control my crappy attitude. Especially around people like Brix and Jamie, who are on my team. They’re here to help me.
Brix smiles triumphantly. “You hate me because I pointed out you’re unhappy?”
“Yes! Who does that? Let me live in my oblivious depression.”
Brix laughs. “Sorry, but I do have a point.”
“And that is?”
“The same thing I’ve been trying to tell you about writing. You put way too much pressure on yourself. You need to slow down and enjoy all of this.” He gestures around the room. “This is all for you. Because you’re awesome. Your songs affect lives and inspire people. Your work is loved by millions.”
I wave my hand for him to keep going, but maybe he confuses it with me calling him over to me.
He stands. “You’re amazing, Pop Star. You know you are.” His feet stop right by mine so he’s standing in front of me.
That giant cock of his, confined by his black pants, is right there. Right at eye level. I’ve had dreams about it. Really hot, jerk-off-inducing dreams.
He shouldn’t come so close to me when I’m buzzing like this.
I want him in my mouth again. My hand. Maybe my ass, but with how big he is I’m not sure how much I’d enjoy it. I still want it.
I glance up at him. “I can remember one particularly fun time I’ve had recently.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“I can use my mouth for more than just singing, you know …” I hook a foot behind his leg and pull him forward.
His hands land on the couch by my head, and he hovers above me. He smells like spicy cologne and badassness. I totally know that’s not technically a smell, but it describes Brix perfectly.
“I know from personal experience how talented your mouth is.”
“That was super fun.” I reach for his belt, but he stops me.
“If we do this again, there’s no going back. We can’t forget about logic and all that other shit this time.”
“We won’t.”
“There’s that tic again.” His finger trails over the dimple in my cheek. “I’m serious, Harley. I don’t want to do this back-and-forth, hot-and-cold dance. If I kiss you again, I won’t be able to keep being strong.”
That’s a tough deal but one I’m willing to make in the heat of the moment.
I grip his shirt and pull him closer, bringing our lips mere inches apart. “Don’t be strong. No regrets.”
I don’t exactly know what I’m agreeing to here. Just sex? Lots of sex? A casual thing with my bodyguard? I’m not sure how that will work. But right now, I’m not going to question it.
Guys should never be allowed to enter into an agreement when there’s sex on the line. They’d most likely sell their souls.
Brix’s lips turn up at the sides ever so slightly. “This is going to go a lot differently than last time.”
“Oh?”
He brings his mouth down on mine softly, but it still hits with a strong force that knocks the wind out of me.
But before I’m ready, Brix breaks away.
It was chaste. Too quick. I assume he’s doubting this.
“No, don’t. No regrets. I promise.”
He kisses my cheek. “Not going too far.”
If I thought Brix’s face while I was blowing him was unforgettable, it’s nothing compared to the sight of Brix getting on his knees for me.
I shift on the couch, sinking lower and inching my ass closer to the edge.
Brix’s strong hands run up my thighs, but he doesn’t make a move to go any higher.
I grunt in frustration, which makes Brix smile.
“Oh, you want me to do something?”
“You know what I want,” I grumble.
“I’m a military boy. I like taking direction.”
“Okay. Umm …” Great start, Harley. “Undo my pants?”
“You sure about that?” Brix mocks. “Sounded more like a question than an order.”
I clear my throat. “Undo my pants.”
It must come out better because he immediately does it.
Slowly.
Really. Fucking. Slowly.
“We don’t really have time to go this slow. The set only had a few songs left.”
Brix looks up at me, his dark eyes shining. “I don’t think I heard an order in that.”
My fingers run over his short hair. “Hurry up and take my cock out.”
“Mm, better.”
My face heats, and I don’t doubt that I’m blushing. It’s not that I’m not confident in bed. I know what I like. But I’ve only ever been with two guys. One was an industry guy when I’d just turned eighteen and Eleven had hit it big. We both knew what it was, and there weren’t feelings involved. And then there was Jay. Stolen, fleeting moments in between hiding our love.